Today I signed up to do a half marathon four months from now. I’ve never run a race (those elementary school ones don’t count). I was dreadfully out of shape earlier this year and am now just moderately out of shape. But I want to run a marathon. I have for years. I feel good when I run…okay…I feel good after I run. And it’s such a lofty goal for me that the accomplishment would simply be amazing.

That I could be sitting here making such plans just six months after my life fell apart and the most important people in my life abused me is such a blessing. And I am incredibly grateful for it.